Date: Wed, 7 Jun 2006 22:14:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: branman1975@anopenwindow.net
Subject: Temp Job
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of gay fiction. If this subject
matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please
exit now. This story is the property of the author under U.S. copyright
laws, and may not be used elsewhere without written consent.
This is the first story I have written in years, so email me if you would
like more along this same storyline. Thanks!
brandon@anopenwindow.net
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It wasn't until the third day on the job that I visited this out of
the way bathroom in the rear side of the building. As an employee of one of
the city's elite temporary job agencies, I had been in most of the office
buildings in the small downtown area. There was the 15 story bank building
with the YMCA on the first, second, third and fourth floors where I spent 3
weeks shredding 30-year-old payroll stubs. And then across street was the
Johnston Building in which I was tortured while performing data entry gig
for 2 months. My hands felt like jello at the finish of each day, but at
the end of the stint, I was proficient at both 10-key and dodging
management as I took smoke breaks in the back alley. They ended up calling
me "Break Away Billy" after all the breaks I seemed to make.
This new building proved to be an interesting assignment though. I
was the only temp in the building and was directed to sign visitors in and
out of the building. Nothing else was expected of me, or so I thought. As
23-year-old college drop-out, I pretty much was living from pay check to
pay check, spending most of my money on cigarettes and beer. Luckily the
beer never gave me a belly, and I was as slim as ever. The few times I
actually had money to go out to the clubs, I would end up buying a guy some
of the cheapest drinks available... but only enough to coax him into my bed
later. I hadn't a care in the world! During the day I would be a door man
of sorts, and by night I would be drinking and watching out for hot guys to
fuck.
On the first day of work, I was directed by Tom, my supervisor, to
simply sign in visitors and call up the person they were to meet. All the
regular 20 some odd employees had ID badges already, so I didn't have to
worry about knowing who was supposed to be in the building and who wasn't.
Tom placed me at the front desk, with a clipboard for visitors to sign, and
a computer with internet access. He said that since I was a temp, I could
peruse around online between visitors. For lunch, I would be relieved for
about an hour by a regular employee, and then I would go back to surfing
the web and signing in guests. My days of boring data entry and lifeless
shredding were now in past. I was keen on this new job and hoped that it
wouldn't end.
The first day of work came and went with a mere 5 visitors coming
into the building, 4 men and 1 woman. The rest of the day was spent with me
listening to music online and chatting with friends. On the second day, Tom
showed me around the building and introduced me to a few people. I took
note of Trevor, a slim yet built man working in the mail room. His brown
eyes and tanned skin caught my immediate attention. I quickly wondered what
was under that casual business attire hiding his body. When Tom introduced
us, I didn't get a gay vibe so I shrugged him off as eye candy. Good thing
I was at the front door so I could watch him come and go! Later on the
tour, Tom showed me Jackson, a 40-something salesman that talked a mile a
minute about absolutely nothing. Jackson had been the year's top
salesperson (as noted by a plaque on his office wall), but it was his son
pictured on his desk that caught my eye. I assumed Jackson's son was a
little younger than me, and he was fucking hot! I could determine from
looking at the desk photo he was an athletic guy, not a lazy ass like
me. In the photo, Jackson was holding up a fish I assumed the two of them
had caught at one of the nearby lakes. His son was shirtless, tan, and
ripped. More eye candy.
By the end of the short tour, I still barely knew what these men
and women were selling or making. Once I thought I heard something about
designer gifts, but I wasn't sure. And honestly, I didn't care. I didn't
plan on staying with the company. They could sell enemas or butt plugs for
all I cared. Actually, that kind of product line would have made this place
a little interesting. For now it was just another non-descript office in
downtown.
When the third day rolled around, I wanted to take a nice long walk
for my lunch break, but rain outside put a hamper on that idea. Instead,
after my replacement took a seat in my chair I decided to walk around the
building and see if I could spot any more hot men. I saw a few sex gods
sitting at their desks and chatting on their phones or with each other, but
none I had met before. The urge to piss finally directed me to the nearest
restroom, in the rear of the building next to the warehouse. As I went to
open the door, a cute young man I had not seen before walked out and almost
ran into me. I quickly excused myself walked into the bathroom.
There was nothing special about the bathroom. There were some sinks
to the left, and three urinals and three stalls on the right. I stepped up
to the urinal closest to the stalls and whipped out my cock to its final
relief. As I was spraying the blue biscuit, the door opened. I looked over
my right shoulder and noticed Trevor, the mail clerk enter the restroom and
make a beeline to the last stall. He didn't make eye contact or anything,
so I didn't think anything was abnormal. Some guys just don't like to
chit-chat while in the men's room.
I finished up, shoved my dick back into my briefs, and zipped up my
slacks. I made my way to the sink to wash up. From the mirrors, I could see
Trevor's shoes and slacks crumpled on the floor around his ankles as he sat
on the toilet. I took off my watch so it wouldn't get wet and stood there a
moment washing my hands. I finished up washing and dried my hands under the
automatic blow dryer. I figured it was time to head out, so I walked to the
door and opened it fully before I realized I forgot my watch at the sink. I
let the door close, but as soon as I did I heard the sound of metal rubbing
in the bathroom. I was curious where it was coming from, so I silently
crept back to the sinks.
From the reflection in the mirror, I could see Trevor's shoes under
the stall clearly turn and point towards the outer wall of the bathroom. At
first I assumed he was finished was about to pull up his pants, but they
remained pushed down to the floor. I could only see from his lower calf
down to the floor, but I could plainly view his feet shuffle closer and
closer to the wall until his toes were pressing against the based
board. His calves began to sway back and forth, as if he was fucking the
wall for some reason. I crept forward and knelt down to get a better view,
but I could only get close enough to see his lower thighs bucking the
wall. It was strange sight and I was mesmerized and curious as to why he
would be humping the wall!
Without warning, the door opened. I bolted upright and pretended to
be finishing tying my laces. I looked up and noticed my supervisor Tom step
up to the middle urinal. He glanced back and told me I needed to get back
to my desk to relieve my lunch time replacement. I reluctantly complied,
but not before I was able to catch a glimpse of Trevor's shoes firmly
placed back in front of the toilet as normal. Tom's presence had betrayed
my attempt at voyeurism, and Trevor must have known I was still in the
bathroom while he rubbed his body against the wall... or fucked it... or
whatever the fuck the was doing in there.
I didn't see Trevor the rest of that day because I ended up leaving
the office before he did. The next day, I patiently waited for his arrival
at the front desk. I was anxious to get over the awkward glance I was sure
to receive from Trevor because I was partly embarrassed, but more aroused
than anything. Around 9:30 Trevor waltzed into the office, but I didn't get
so much as a nod from him. Maybe he didn't know I was in the bathroom after
all! A few minutes later, my intranet messaging service popped up in the
screen:
TREVOR: Fucking perv!
I was frozen. He DID know that I was in the bathroom yesterday. I
didn't know how to respond, but he beat me to the next IM.
TREVOR: I saw you peaking under the stall you fuck wad! I should
report you to the Human Resources Department!
I was still frozen, yet my dick began to harden at the thought of
him rubbing the wall the day before.
TREVOR: I know you are there asshole. I see you online you fucking
idiot!
I finally got the courage to respond.
BILLY: I'm sorry. I forgot my watch in the bathroom and came back
for it. Then I had to tie my laces. I didn't mean to peak
TREVOR: Fuck that shit! I know you were trying to catch a glimpse!
So unless you want me to report you, I suggest you meet me in the warehouse
at 12:30 sharp! Got it fucker?!
BILLY: No man. It was an accident. I didn't mean to look...
TREVOR: Yeah. Nice try Billy. Tom saw you when he walked in. He
just didn't know I was in the stall. It wouldn't take much for me to tell
him and HR. Then your ass would be out of here and that nice cushy temp
job!
I had to consider it. If he beat me up, I could report him. But I
had to see what was up. I couldn't afford to lose this job with the temp
agency. It was hard enough making ends meet as it was.
TREVOR: 12:30. Be in the warehouse or else!
BILLY: Fine. I will be there. And I am saving this IM so, you can't
bribe me again asshole!
TREVOR: Funny. My best friend works in IT. Good luck in saving
it.... LOL. Later fucking perv!
With that he signed off and his buddy icon when dark. The more I
thought about it, the more I realized he was right. I was truly fucked if I
didn't comply. If I just walked out, he could still file a report with HR,
and that would get back to the temp agency. But I couldn't print out or
save the IM in order to use it as evidence he was trying to get me in
trouble.
The next three hours went by excruciatingly slow. Only one visitor
popped into the office, and I didn't have any other work to keep my mind
off of the 12:30 deadline that was approaching. I tried to make myself busy
by listening to the online radio or writing emails, but I noticed my
internet privileges to the outside world were cut off for some reason. I
began to wonder if Trevor got his friend to disable my access. The only
other thing I could do was watch the clock.
12:30 finally rolled up and I walked to the back of the building to
the warehouse. After entering into the area, I walked around a little bit
looking for Trevor. I didn't want to call for him or anything, hoping it
was all a joke. But when I turned one corner of the maze, I saw Trevor and
another man sitting on some boxes laughing. When they got a glimpse of me,
Trevor quickly looked at his watch.
"You're late you fucking perv! I said be here at 12:30 sharp, not
12:33! Now get your pansy ass over here so I can teach you a lesson." With
that the two of them stood off of the boxes and made their way to me. I
just knew I was about to get beaten pretty bad, and there was little I
could except defend myself.
"Billy, this is Ethan. He is going to assist me some more with
dealing with you. You might have seen his handy work already on the
computer," Trevor said with a sly grin. With that the two of them grabbed
an arm each and began to not beat me, but lead me down the halls of the
warehouse with some force.
"Guys, don't be so rough. I am sure we can come to some
understanding. After all, I was just tying my shoelaces. Come on. Please!"
I pleaded with the two of them, but they were having no part of my
discussion.
We turned down one short corridor that dead-ended at a wall with a
door. Ethan pulled some keys out from his slacks and unlocked the door
before us. Inside I could see that it was a pretty small room, no larger
than a home closet about 5 feet wide and 5 feet deep. The only furniture
was a chair facing the opposite wall.
"Ok fucker. You are now going to pay for spying on me. Understand?"
Trevor glared at me as he and Ethan pulled me into the dimly lit
room. Ethan grabbed my shoulders and guided me into the chair with such
force it almost caused me to fall to the floor.
"So what are you two assholes going to do? You think you can leave
me in here all day and no one would notice? Tom would get suspicious you
know. And my car is still out in the lot." I was trying to be logical with
them, but I could tell they were not having any of it.
"Billy boy, you are not going to stay in here all day. You'll be
back at the front desk by 1:30, so don't you worry your pretty little
face." With that, Trevor turned and exited the room and shut the door with
Ethan and I still inside the small space.
"Ethan, come on. You don't need to be dragged into this. Let me go
and we'll call it even. OK?"
"Billy, just shut the fuck up and take it like a man. You're not
going to get hurt or anything. So sit in the chair, face the wall, and
you'll know what to do next. If not, I will help you figure it out." Ethan
was a man of few words so far, but even then I couldn't tall what the fuck
he was talking about.
"What do you mean, `Face the wall?' There is nothing there except a
small hole in the sheetrock covered by metal."
Just then I heard the same metal sound from the day before when
Trevor was in the bathroom. It was the same sound that caused me to cross
back into the bathroom and peak under the stall. I realized suddenly that
this small room was on the opposite wall of the back bathroom! A piercing
light came in from the hole and I was close enough I could make out the
bathroom in clear detail. Before I knew it, a naked man was standing and
stroking his hard cock inches from the hole. I could only assume it was
Trevor, as he knew I was on the other side of the wall waiting to be
"punished" for my perving the day before.
Ethan knelt down and whispered in my ear, "Say a word and you will
be hurt like no one's business. So just open your mouth and take his cock
in your mouth like a good cocksucker!"
The excitement welled up inside me. I loved sex with men, and being
forced to suck cock was one of my weaknesses. Fortunately Ethan and Trevor
didn't know this, or they might have tried something else to pay me back. I
had to play my cards right and pretend I wasn't into this... even though my
dick was straining in my pants and saying otherwise.
I looked up at Ethan with fake puppy-dog eyes and silently pleaded
with him not to make me suck the cock waiting for me on the other side of
the wall. Ethan swiftly grabbed the back of my head and shoved it towards
the wall. As soon as I had my mouth placed, the man on the other side began
to tease my lips with his cock head.
As an experienced cock sucker, I knew how to treat a man wanting
head. And it seemed to me at the time that was the perfect time to put that
experience to work. I gently licked the piss slit and around the head of
the cock with my tongue. Teasing it. Playing with it. I licked under the
shaft and begged for the cock to come in further to the hole and into my
mouth. It wasn't long before it complied.
I could tell that the cock was a good 9-inches and thick. I began
to wonder how much I could actually take. Ethan's hand on the back of my
head assured me that I would be taking a lot of it, irregardless. Soon, the
cock had popped into my mouth and I could taste the precum oozing out of
the slit and onto my tongue as I licked the shaft inside my
mouth. Instinctively my hand reached up to caress the balls hanging inside
the hole and jack the portion of the cock not being devoured yet by my hot
mouth.
The pressure from Ethan's hand on my head lessened, and I rolled my
eyes over to see what his attention was now directed towards. His left hand
was fishing out his own hardening cock from his slacks. Now I was being
treated to a nice sight to my left and a hard cock in my mouth. With my
left hand, I reached up to grab Ethan's cock, but he hit it away. He
whispered sternly, "No fucker! Suck that cock and keep your eyes forward or
else!"
The man didn't want a hand job. Fine by me. I was happy with
sucking on the cock through the hole anyway, and what a great cock it was!
Itook out of my mouth for a good examination and licked up and down the
shaft towards the balls. When I got to the balls, I applied some more spit
to them and massaged them with my tongue. I gently popped one in my mouth
and heard a soft moan from the other side of the wall. That was the ticket!
I licked the ball, spit it out, and then took the other in my mouth for
some much needed attention. The musty smell of crotch hair and saliva
turned me on even more!
After a few minutes, my mouth was guided back to the cock by
Ethan. "Suck him off man. We don't have all day to play!" he whispered to
me. I took the direction and decided to go for the gold. I guided the cock
back in my mouth, and with the right hand I jack him off with each thrust
he was now beginning to make down my throat. My left hand was off teasing
his balls and adding more sensation to the experience.
The man began fucking my mouth harder and harder, and Ethan's hand
on my head caused me stay still. I ended up gagging a few times, but I was
too into it to care. Soon I could hear the man moan a little loader and
pound on the wall for me to hear. His balls tightened and I could feel that
he was about to cum. Ethan's hand forced me in place, and soon warm cum was
squirting down my throat with such force I wondered when the last time this
man got off.
And as quickly as it started, it ended. The man pulled his cock
back into the bathroom and I saw him shut the metal door. Just then, Trevor
walked into the small room where Ethan and I were waiting.
Trevor glared at me with the same sly smile and said "So you
fucking perv, I hope you enjoyed that. I didn't know you were such a good
cock sucker though. Ethan, it looks like we have a new recruit for our side
duties."
"What the fuck are you talking about? Yeah, I sucked the cock
`cause I was made too. Ok." I was still trying to pay it off, but I am sure
Ethan could tell I liked being the bitch.
Ethan look at me and said, now in a louder and stern voice,
"Fucking bitch here tried to grab my cock without me saying he could. Just
for that, I am going to cum on his face!"
"Sounds fine by me Ethan. You go at it and I will wait out here."
After Trevor had shut the door, Ethan aimed his dripping cock at me
and began to jerk furiously, inches from my face. He manipulated his uncut
cock with such finesse I was impressed. The foreskin shifted back and forth
creating the erotic friction his cock needed. Soon though, he was moaning a
little as his balls began to bounce more and more.
I leaned forward, hoping to get a small taste of the precum
emanating from his dick, but he wouldn't have it. Ethan again slapped my
head away without missing a beat in his jerking. Before I realized it, he
was fucking his hand faster and moaning loader. Cum began to shoot from his
shaft rapidly and falling on my face as promised. He then purposefully
aimed his cock at my shirt and shot some more down my polo, and smiled.
"We're done bitch. And that stain on your shirt will be a reminder
not to fuck with Trevor or me, or we will have to fuck you up. Ok?"
With that he shoved his now half-hard cock back into his shorts and
walked out of the room. I was sitting there with cum on my face. Some of it
began to drip into my mouth and I took a taste. It was a great taste and I
wanted even more! Trevor noticed me licking my lips and laughed as he
tossed me a towel, "Yep. I knew we had a cock sucker among us."